The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chandelier above the High Council chamber was not made of crystal, but of a thousand suspended, beating hearts, each one no larger than a plum, pulsing in a slow, synchronous rhythm that dictated the cadence of the air itself. I stood at the lower end of the long, obsidian table, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the minutes that had passed since I...

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